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enlarges. My young cop wants me.
    Mate ! my beagle yips, anticipating a thorough fucking.
    “You have splendid tits, Judge, but your ass… your ass could drive a good man to a life of crime.” Wright plunks his gun holster on the antique nightstand, and unbuttons his shirt, revealing hard muscle and tanned skin. “I’ll explore that ass later,” he promises, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep from dripping onto the duvet -- my pussy is that moist. “First, I’ll fuck your pussy fast and hard, taking some of the edge off.” His grin is wolfish, causing my beagle to howl. “Then we’ll spend the night doing all the nasty things I’ve fantasized doing to you.”
    Oh God . He has lain alone in this bed, stroking his cock, fantasizing about me. I watch his back muscles ripple as he bends over to remove his boots. There isn’t an inch of softness on his genetically enhanced form.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “Yes,” he repeats, unzipping his pants, the sound a declaration of intent. I hold my breath, and the garment falls to the floor. I exhale, lightheaded and giddy.
    His cock is outlined against his white cotton underwear, a thick long shaft topped with a broad tip. If I look close enough, and I am looking close enough -- his cock is an arm’s length away from me -- I can see a moist spot in the white cotton, attesting to his readiness.
    Wright hooks his thumbs in the waistband, and pauses. “Still wondering if I can satisfy you, Sadie?”
    He can more than satisfy me. He’s larger than any man I’ve ever taken. “You know what they say” -- I try for cool, but my voice comes out squeaky -- “big boys don’t try.”
    “They’re right.” He chuckles, pulling down his obscenely sexy underwear. His cock unfolds as though reaching for me, his cockhead purple, the veins on his shaft pronounced. “This big boy won’t try to fuck you silly. I will fuck you silly.”
    I lick my lips, longing to touch him, but I can’t. My wrists are cuffed.
    Wright sits on the bed beside me, the mattress dipping with his weight, my body sliding toward him. “Time to play, Sadie.”
    Play! Does he have a ball? Does he?
    He wants to fuck us, you overgrown puppy . The conversation with myself stutters to an abrupt end, as Wright pushes my hair over my shoulder, and his fingertips drifted down my spine, over the curve of my ass. I can’t remain still, pushing my flesh toward him.
    He chuckles. “You like that, don’t you?” Wright pets me some more, exploring the crease under my ass cheeks, the flare of my hips, stroking, stroking, stroking, his callused gun hand deliciously rough.
    “No,” I lie as I moan and wiggle.
    “Naughty Sadie.” He clucks his tongue. “You’ve sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you dog, and I know you like this.” He leans closer to me, his warm breath fanning over my cool skin. “Your body doesn’t lie.” The soft caresses become squeezes, and he positions himself behind me. “I’ll unlock you now, but don’t run.”
    I’m perverse. As soon as he removes the handcuffs, I surge forward.
    “Stay!” His fingers clamp down on my shoulder.
    Master ! my inner beagle yips.
    “I don’t answer to my beagle, so don’t talk to me like a dog.” I’ve spent decades subduing the dog side of me, keeping her on a tight leash, and I will control her in bed.
    “Then you don’t want me to fuck you from behind?” His free right hand cups my ass.
    Mate ! Of course, I want him to fuck me doggy style, it’s my favorite position, but I stubbornly keep quiet.
    “I thought so.” Wright’s tone is smug. He thinks he has me all figured out. “Up on your hands and knees,” he commands.
    “Go to hell!” But I obey, slanting my ass up in sexual submission.
    “This isn’t hell.” His right palm slides between my ass cheeks down, down, down, until he reaches my juicy pussy. “This is heaven.” He pushes one thick finger into my tight hole. It has been